(a single moment. a train of thought of a man who loves his world more than life. A man obsessed in giving kindness, because of the kindness he didn't receive)
if people had been provided a genie with three wishes, many would ask for riches beyond their wildest dreams, fame like no other. And love like you've never loved before. The way I see that is anything can be achieved if you can be a bit more kinder. When you have a bit of humility. When.......you dedicated your world to others in need. A hug or a simple thank you. Helps a lot
To be fair, such ideology doesn't survive in the long run in such a materialistic world. Everyone.......wants something..... from someone..... For a man like me to ask for nothing in return is unheard of, even in the this day and age. Not everyone cares about kindness. They just want, a man who can love them more than life itself.
I can't achieve such a feat, when my world, my whole life is dedicated to helping others. I can't direct my attention to just one girl, cause it meant I wouldn't give all my effort to the people who needs an extra dollar, or another hug. Because now I'd have someone in my life to care for. I am but a flawed man, who can't love a girl, cause I'm already too caught up loving the world more than life itself.
I am jealous. Jealous that there are people who can not care about the world for one moment only, so they could dedicate that one moment to themselves. Jealous of those who are selfish, cause they keep making themselves happy, when all I do is make others happy. Jealous of those who are in love, when I can't afford to love a woman cause I'm caught in my world of caring for others. Jealous of those who live their lives free from the world, when I'm here being the one who cares about the world.
You may call me kind, you may call me crazy or delusional. Here I stay. Here I stand. As the only man on a hill. A man basked in the eternal sunlight, yearning for the temping shadows behind
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